Addicted to Heartache

Chapter 1 Part 3: Art Class

"So what's the deal with you and the guy at the lockers?"
I continued sketching the portrait I was working on without looking up at Sam.
" We've been dating for 10 months and it was just like suddenly everything came crashing down. Like I didn't even know him anymore."

Sam looked up at me. I wondered if he saw my eyes tearing up.

"When?"
"Last night."
"You're holding it together pretty well."

I shrugged. "I guess it hasn't had a chance to really sink in yet."

He touched the bruise on my cheek for a moment before saying anything else.
"Did he do that?"

I didn't respond. For some reason I couldn't lie to him even though it was some stranger who's last name I didnt even know.

He put his other hand on mine, which was resting on the table.

"It's okay.. I won't tell anyone. But I won't let it happen again either."
I laughed as another tear fell.

"You don't even know me, what if I deserved it?"
He tightened his grip on my hand.
"NOBODY. Ever deserves that."

I finally looked him in his eyes and mumbled a little thank you before moving my hand from underneath his. For some reason I had completely forgotten about Lucas and all of my problems.
The bell rang, bringing me out of my daze.
"How about, you come to my place tonight so I can finish this sketch of you that I've been working on all class period."
I glanced at his sketchbook. He was really talented.
I didn't want anything I'd regret later to happen so I figured I'd invite him to my place where my mom would be home.
"How about you come to my house instead.. I'll make pizza."
Sam smiled.
"Sounds good. I'll meet you in the parking lot after school?"
I nodded.